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“We’re losing him!”
“Hold on, Obi-Wan. It’s not your time yet.”
“The infection is eating through the thyroid.”
“Stabilize him!”
“It’ll be alright, little one, don’t cry. Just squeeze my hand.”
“It’s attacking the mandible and sternum. Move, move!”
“It’s going to be alright.”
“Save what you can!”
“Hold on, Obi-Wan. Listen to the Force.”
The tears on Master Qui-Gon’s face looked strange. He had seen him cry before but never over him. It hurt to move his mouth, hurt even more to speak. Hurt— hurt a lot to speak. He wasn’t sure he was actually saying anything. But he tried because Master Qui-Gon looked devastated and Obi-Wan already had broken his heart by choosing to become a Shadow as soon as his return to the Temple was permanent. “The Force is with—“
Obi-Wan opens his eyes. Makes sure the mask is in place.
The rain still hasn’t ceased its steady downpour. He pulls Mace’s robe tight around himself. His own robe, seldom as he uses it, might have been lost on the battlefield where he had dropped it, but semantics. Mace’s spare robe squelches.
Obi-Wan will never be dry again.
Wings snap back into armored plates as the hyperjets power down, and Obi-Wan takes a bit of pleasure watching Cody land silently despite the mass of the clone armor.
“The siege is going well,” Cody says, tapping one of multiple antenna links on his helmet. Obi-Wan smiles under the mask. Quin and Bant have accused him many a times of having weird preferences, but the professionalism and calm control Cody so casually exudes is very, very attractive. The news makes him even more attractive. “Shouldn’t take longer than three months,” Cody continues, optimism apparent even with the vocoder.
Any kind of attraction spurning on Obi-Wan’s wet, frozen body drowns in the rain rather pityfully. “Three months,” he repeats in tap code where he’s gripping the robe.
The helmet turns to him fully. “Yes. It’s going really well.”
Obi-Wan strengthens his resolve to leech off any warmth Cody possesses when they crawl into bed after their shift.
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“You can’t ever steal my voice,” Cody repeats in a murmur, fingertip stroking over the words on Obi-Wan’s forearm. He looks up to find blue eyes watching him over the mask. “Is that your sense of humor or your defiance speaking?”
The hand where he started tracing the letters moves back and forth, undecided. A little bit of both, then, Cody guesses.
The hand is retracted, flows so naturally into sign language. “Many tried.”
“Tried to steal your voice?” At Obi-Wan’s nod, Cody shuffles up the bed, re-categorizing the scars he’s seen. “No one was ever successful, I’m guessing.”
“Many broken bones on both sides,” is signed with a careless shrug before Obi-Wan turns serious, determination and the even more familiar defiance spinning Cody close. “I will only ever be silent of my own choosing.”
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Obi wan and Sol deserve a smoke tea break together and bonding over their troubling padawans, Jecki and Ahsoka are having a girl's night out, Yord and Anakin.....on the other hand, idk you tell me 🫠🫠
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Something I realized recently, whenever (in the new eu) a Jedi has taken a specific Padawan out of a sense of obligation as opposed to compatible personalities/learning styles and/or feeling it was the will of the Force things have not gone well. You got Anakin and Obi-Wan, Osha and Sol, and Iskat and Sember Vey. Iskat and Sember feel the most mismatched, but Osha and Anakin are both what you'd call hard cases and while Anakin and Obi-Wan have compatible personalities Obi-Wan is the Jedi master equivalent of a teen parent here. We don't really know what Osha and Sol's dynamic was, but I'm sure there were other Jedi who could better provide Osha with what she needed- such as a Jedi with a stronger connection to other Force traditions. Which feels like a lesson about attachment. Just like how family's with force sensitive children accept that the Jedi Order is better equipped to raise them, they should have accepted that there were other Jedi better equipped to train them- despite their personal connections.
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One thing I like about the Acolyte regarding the fight before Jecki's death, is that you can FEEL and SEE the exact moment Sol would have said something to curtail her and order her to calm down and not let her feelings take over.
When she leaps past him :
I'm sure it's more to do with establishing her arrival into the shot, but his look, paired with her reckless attack, her being alone in the fight when she unmasks a dangerous opponent, and the way she's screaming and whailing with too much feeling into each stroke...
To me it feels like an iconic "control yourself/your feelings" or "stay centred" rebuke moment. But he doesn't. He doesn't want to distract her, it's dangerous, and it's happening right now. There's no time for it.
And then she's dead. It felt real, and that last leg of her fight, while beautiful, has a grim quality to it. A live demonstration of why you don't want to be overconfident.
I could almost hear Obi-Wan yelling at Anakin for this. In the Clone Wars Anakin would fight like Jecki, get hurt, get told off, and live another day to be more reckless. But Jecki didn't have plot armour, and she shows us why such recklesness, against a poorly known enemy, is terrible.
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